Younevercantell!Younevercantell! Thingsgoingwrongwilloftenendwell. ThenexttimeyoumeethimjustaskWhitefootifthisisn’tso. ThingshadbeengoingverywrongforWhitefoot. IthadbeguntolooktoWhitefootasifhewouldnolongerhaveasnug,hiddenlittlehomeinFarmerBrown’ssugar-house. Thepileofwoodunderwhichhehadmadethatsnuglittlehomewasdisappearingsofastthatitbegantolookasifinalittlewhiletherewouldbenowoodatall. Whitefootquitelosthisappetite.HenolongercameouttotakefoodfromFarmerBrown’sboy’shand.Hestayedrightinhissnuglittlehomeandworried. NowFarmerBrown’sboyhadnotoncethoughtofthetroublehewasmaking. HewonderedwhathadbecomeofWhitefoot,andinhisturnhebegantoworry. Hewasafraidthatsomethinghadhappenedtohislittlefriend. Hewasthinkingofthisashefedthesticksofwoodtothefireforboilingthesaptomakesyrupandsugar. Finally,ashepulledawaytwobigsticks,hesawsomethingthatmadehimwhistlewithsurprise. ItwasWhitefoot’snestwhichhehadsocleverlyhiddenwaydownunderneaththatpileofwoodwhenhehadfirstmovedintothesugar-house. Withafrightenedlittlesqueak,Whitefootranout,scurriedacrossthelittlesugar-houseandoutthoughtheopendoor. FarmerBrown’sboyunderstood.HeunderstoodperfectlythatlittlepeoplelikeWhitefootwanttheirhomeshiddenawayinthedark. “Poorlittlechap,”saidFarmerBrown’sboy. “Hehadaregularcastlehereandwehavedestroyedit. He’sgotthesnuggestkindofalittlenesthere,buthewon’tcomebacktoitsolongasitisrightoutinplainsight. Heprobablythinkswehavebeenhuntingforthislittlehomeofhis.Hello!Here’shisstorehouse! I’veoftenwonderedhowthelittlerascalcouldeatsomuch,butnowIunderstand. HestoredawayheremorethanhalfofthegoodthingsIhavegivenhim.Iamgladhedid. Ifhehadn’t,hemightnotcomeback,butIfeelsurethatto-night,whenallisquiet,hewillcomebacktotakeawayallhisfood.Imustdosomethingtokeephimhere.” FarmerBrown’sboysatdowntothinkthingsover. Thenhegotanoldboxandmadealittleroundholeinoneendofit. VerycarefullyhetookupWhitefoot’snestandplaceditundertheoldboxinthedarkestcornerofthesugar-house. ThenhecarriedallWhitefoot’ssuppliesoverthereandputthemunderthebox. Hewentoutside,andgotsomebranchesofhemlockandthrewtheseinalittlepileoverthebox. Afterthishescatteredsomecrumbsjustoutside. LatethatnightWhitefootdidcomeback.Thecrumbsledhimtotheoldbox.Hecreptinside.Therewashissnuglittlehome!AllinasecondWhitefootunderstood,andtrustandhappinessreturned. 
